Aneesa Williams
Walking among the living,
Is such a fragile thing.
The birds grow weak whenever the young cry.
My life is just like a cycle of the dead swarms of winter.
Until I met you,
You became my summer, always bright and encouraging.
I never thought I could let go from my dark abyss until I saw your face.
You have always been a dawn for me
This time it is my turn to be a protector to our new young.
Welcome home, Dawn
I’ll protect you just like she once did.
Stylus 